The fact that he had been napping peacefully was the first bleary thought that crossed his sleep-laden mind. The second one was how best to disembowel whomever had made that ungodly call. Worse even were the idiots who called back in response. As they continued, ringing out obviously from the rock strewn land of the grotto he cracked one brilliant yellow-rimmed eye. The other soon followed with the rising of his hulking crimson-stained form. He stood like a statue for a moment atop the rock he had been recently slumbering on serenely, flexing his muscles to shake off the stiffness sleep often brought. Afterwards he actually shook, bits of rock dust and grasses falling like rain as he lept from his position with a warriors grace and ambled toward the ruckus.

As he approached he noted the oddest gathering of wolves he had ever laid his emerald eyes on which, in the present moment, didn’t help his temper much. There had better be a damn good reason for all of this hubbub and disturbing his rest. Like someone had died good reason. He didn’t enter the fray, not comfortable in these social situations. Instead he opted to leap atop one of the multitude of rocky outcroppings in the area, stalking to the edge where he could get a good view of the mouth of the cavern and all those gathered around so close…so trusting of what he only assumed were strangers. In truth it baffled him, but he was just here to watch the show not play the game.